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imagined years of sun and solitude
and grinning mornings nose to nose in bed
when the sun floods scraps of introspection
from your open eyes and from your dull head
and the dawn becomes a single sharp point
of motion in the river of clear sight
and your long life is folded behind you
and all that remains is laughter and light

(Words and images Copyright 2013©by Michael Kallstrom)

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